Listen to his name,
musical on the gentle breezes, familiar and revered in the same
instant. Breathe his name through your innocent lips, always
enthralled...

Touch what you cannot
see, get beneath his skin when he turns his head. Do not hesitate to
make your presence known, for you've waited so long for this. Become
a face to him, a face with a beautiful name all its own...

Misao.

Learn as you melt under
his gaze to compose yourself but always hold his gaze right there....
don't lose him. Work on him, slowly and surely enter his mind, haunt
his dreams... become his thoughts, his priority, his heart. Don't let
go until you have him like he has you, captivated and euphoric...

Wait for your words to
echo back to you, hitting your face in the cold silence. Do not
despair, for he is never far, but above all, never give up hope.

Wish and ponder, never
frown... he may leave without a word but his heart may still hold you
there, adjacent to bitter cavities and caves of ice. Perhaps you warm
his ever-silent core, or maybe the mere thought of your name melts a
bit of his weary ice...

You never know.

Don't let yourself giggle
again at his name or beautiful, dark eyes... stand firm in your love
and he may someday return it.

Love him continually,
adhering to the strength of this long-lived emotion. Don't soar to a
height too lofty in your aspirations, for a fall from there may prove
fatal.